The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Ta Kung Pao, newspaper office.

After hearing that Zhou Hexuan wanted to provide disaster relief, Hu Zhengzhi frowned and said, "I'm afraid it will be very difficult to carry out disaster relief activities. The power of one person is really a drop in the bucket in the face of natural disasters."

"What about non-governmental charities? You can ask them for help," Zhou Hexuan said.

Zhang Jiluan said with a wry smile: "The largest charity organization in Tianjin is the Bashantang, but last year Du Xiaoshan committed suicide in fear of crime in the police station, and the Bashantang was disbanded immediately."

Zhou Hexuan could only smile wryly when he heard this, it was because of him that Du Xiaoshan died. If the Bashantang is still there, even if those people embezzle the donation, at least they can do something. Now Bashantang is gone, and the victims fled to Tianjin without even a porridge provider.

"What about the Red Cross? Why don't they show up?" Zhou Hexuan asked again.

Hu Zhengzhi said helplessly: "The Red Cross has difficulty in funding, and it is already struggling."

The Red Cross Society of China was established in 1904, and initially it was a great success. Up to now, there are more than 40,000 members and more than 280 branches across the country. A few years ago, after the Great Kanto Earthquake in Japan, the Red Cross Society of China even went to Japan for disaster relief, which was widely praised by the international community.

However, due to the warlords fighting for years, disasters occurred frequently all over the country, and the Red Cross could not rescue them at all. Coupled with the difficulty in financial allocation and the decreasing number of non-governmental donations, the Red Cross Society of China is really helpless in disaster relief.

Zhang Jiluan reminded: "Mingcheng, according to the news from our reporter in Shandong, the natural disasters in Shandong this year may have just begun."

"What's the situation?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

Zhang Jiluan explained: "Last winter there was very little snow in Shandong, and there was heavy rain in early spring. However, there has been no rain in the last half month, and the weather is weird. The temperature in spring is like early summer, and there are already signs of drought. Experienced farmers said that this kind of The situation is likely to be accompanied by locust plagues. Even if there is no locust plague, Shandong’s grain harvest will drop sharply. By summer and autumn, it is estimated that there will be an appalling epidemic in Shandong.”

Zhou Hexuan was silent.

There is no snow in winter, which means that the wheat seeds cannot get enough water and cannot kill the locust eggs hidden in the ground. Continuous torrential rain in early spring means that the survival rate of seedlings planted in spring is very low. If there is another drought and locust plague, it means that the spring, summer and autumn grains are all cut off, and it will kill people.

The most frightening thing is that Zhang Zongchang is in charge of Shandong at the moment, and there is a layer of man-made disaster behind the natural disaster.

Zhou Hexuan can fully imagine how miserable Shandong will be this year, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a hell on earth.

"Brother Zheng, Brother Chizhang," Zhou Hexuan said to Hu and Zhang, "send photographers to pay attention to the disaster situation in Shandong for a long time, and record all the situations with photos. We will make big news at that time!"

"No problem." Zhang Jiluan nodded.

Hu Zhengzhi said: "When the time comes, we will use the news and facts to speak, and we should be able to appeal for some donations."

Zhou Hexuan asked again: "How should the disaster victims in Tianjin be rescued at this moment?"

Hu Zhengzhi smiled and said two words: "The Green Gang!"

"Green Gang?" Zhou Hexuan asked in surprise.

Hu Zhengzhi nodded and said, "It's the Qing Gang. The Qing Gang in Tianjin is divided into two branches. One is composed of policemen and gangsters. It belongs to the dirty stream. The leader is Li Dahai, the director of the military and police inspectorate under Chu Yupu; It is composed of intellectuals and belongs to the Qingliu, and the leader is Yuan Kewen, the son of Yuan Shikai."

"Yuan Kewen is still the leader of the Green Gang?" Zhou Hexuan was extremely surprised.

Hu Zhengzhi smiled and said, "What's so strange? Not to mention Yuan Kewen, even Zhang Xunzhi, the director of the interview department of our "Ta Kung Pao", is a member of the Tianjin Youth Gang. Many other reporters have also joined the Youth Gang. Otherwise, where would the news come from?" Well-informed."

Zhou Hexuan had only one thought, what a fucking dog!

Hu Zhengzhi said: "Don't look for the Qingliu of the Qinggang. They are a bunch of thugs who can only get in and out. They do everything from extortion, murder and kidnapping. If you want to help the victims, you can find Qingliu from the Qinggang. These people include editors, reporters, Teachers, doctors, wealthy businessmen, and political veterans have great social influence. They have money themselves, are more keen on seeking fame, and should support charity activities.”

Hu Zhengzhi gave Zhou Hexuan a list and said, "All the members of the Tianjin Youth Gang that I know are on this list."

Zhou Hexuan took the list and looked at it, only to see that it said: Yuan Kewen, the second son of Yuan Shikai; Wang Muyi, vice chairman of Hengyuan Spinning Mill, Wei Ziwen, a tycoon in Tianjin's leasing industry, Guan Xingquan, manager of Beiyang Theater, Pan Zixin, chairman of National Hotel, Bi Xinzhai, comprador of Amway Matheson Co., Ltd., Li Hanchen, comprador of Tianjin Barge Company...

"Should I visit Yuan Kewen first?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

Hu Zhengzhi nodded and said, "Yes, as long as you get Yuan Kewen's support, the Qingliu faction of the Tianjin Youth Gang will basically win. You can ask Xunzhi to accompany you."

"Thank you brother Zheng for clarifying the confusion."

Zhou Hexuan immediately went to the interview department and found Zhang Xunzhi, the director of the interview department.

Zhang Xunzhi is 46 years old this year, with a slightly fat body, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a chubby face that is quite friendly. If it weren't for Hu Zhengzhi's reminder, Zhou Hexuan would never have guessed that the fat middle-aged man in front of him would be a member of the Youth Gang.

"President, what do you need from me?" Zhang Xunzhi asked respectfully.

Zhou Hexuan explained his purpose and said earnestly: "Nowadays, more and more disaster victims are pouring into Tianjin. At this rate, I'm afraid it will exceed 10,000 by the end of the month. I have a lot of money, and I can help hundreds of people at most. This matter can only be done by people from the Green Gang." Come out and help."

After hearing this, Zhang Xunzhi patted his chest and laughed, "It's a good thing, leave it to me!"

Zhang Xunzhi is very old in the Green Gang. Like Yuan Kewen, he belongs to the "Tong" generation, and he is a generation higher than Du Yuesheng in Shanghai (Datong Wujue, Du Yuesheng belongs to the "Wu" generation).

That night, Zhang Xunzhi took Zhou Hexuan to Yuan's Mansion.

This is a small three-storey western-style building with a large area and dozens of rooms. The former owner of the house was Shi Yousan, the "Rebel General", the one who burned the Shaolin Temple.

Zhang Xunzhi rang the doorbell, and soon a servant stood behind the door and asked, "Who is that?"

"Zhang Xunzhi, who is a generation of passersby, and Mr. Zhou Hexuan are here to pay a visit. Please inform me." When Zhang Xunzhi was speaking, he handed his servant a card from Jianghu.

After a while, the servant opened the door and said, "You two please follow me."

Zhou Hexuan followed into the mansion and went up to the second floor. The servant gently pushed open the door, then bowed and retreated.

"Hush!"

Zhang Xunzhi raised his index finger to signal Zhou Hexuan not to make any noise.

The two walked into the room a little, and saw Yuan Kewen, who was dressed in opera women's attire, singing "A Dream in the Garden" mournfully. As expected of the four princes of the Republic of China back then, Yuan Kewen's appearance in women's attire was actually somewhat charming, his figure and eyes were alluring.